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Author: Coping Mechanism
Fiction Rated: T - English - General - Published: 01-16-07 - Updated: 01-16-07 - id:2305583

What a friendly, wholesome town we've found here
I hope there's a shady little place off Main Street
Where I can get my hands on a gun
So I can do what must be done

Why can't I beat this black devil?
Evil sorcery, blatant treachery, should I stoop to his level?
Take it all away, my life ambition is dropping
So I think it's time that we save up and go gun shopping

(Chorus)
Self-inflicted wounds
Are tearing us apart
As the world comes together
To pay it's last respects...

There was a time I believed
That this was unnecessary
Youthfully ignorant, of all of my surroundings...
How naive of me, blind to probability

Now I'm just trying to keep up
With an axis gone haywire
And a temperature that's been rising
Since the oceans all set fire...

(Chorus A')

While self-inflicted wounds
Keep tearing us apart

As the world comes together

To pay it's last respects...

We thought things were gonna change
But it's only gotten worse,
We just added a fresh coat of paint
To disguise our problems with the brightest colors in the spectrum...

Well, I don't know about you,
But looking like a bag of poisoned Skittles
Hasn't done much to change my mood,
And my head tingles where the entrance wound will soon appear...

(Chorus)
Self-inflicted wounds
Are tearing us apart
As the world comes together
To pay it's last respects...

Don't worry about me babe
I swear that I'll be fine...
As soon as He gives me a sign
But for now I'll remain depressed and discouraged,

Waiting for something to happen
I really hope the tide starts turning soon...
Until then I'll wait for a signal
And gather ammunitions...

(Chorus A')
While self-inflicted wounds

Keep tearing us apart

As the world comes together

To pay it's last respects...



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